So, I recently figured out that one day my daughter may read my blog. And, I’m OK with that. In fact, I’m more than OK with that. However, I want her to read this blog when she is older, and I want her to read this post first.

Dear Daughter,

Please don’t ever feel guilty about what happened to Mom. It’s not your fault. I love you with all my heart and would gladly be torn apart again and again just to have your joyful face in our lives. I cannot tell you how much I have worried that my mental illness and physical ailments could have impacted you in your formative years. However, all my worry is for naught. You have grown into a happy, productive, smart, and clever 4-year-old. A 4-year-old unencumbered by Mommy’s trials and tribulations, but instead, supported by Mom and Dad’s strengths and unconditional love.

You are an amazing human being. You intuitively recognize the times when Mom needs your help and you give me that extra support. You provide me with the best reminder that something beautifully grand can come from a devastating experience. You fill my heart with joy and love each day.